Popup Business Cards
By Silky Szeto a small series of unique popup business cards for hair  stylist Ayako Okada. Cards show an illustration of a hair style and when  folded in half, a new hair style pops up. For Ayako Okada

Popup Business Cards

By Silky Szeto a small series of unique popup business cards for hair stylist Ayako Okada. Cards show an illustration of a hair style and when folded in half, a new hair style pops up. For Ayako Okada

A new project by Jeremy Kool with the working title of “The paper fox”. It’s created digitally but made to look like paper-craft and origami.

The beautifully carved Lead Horse on the carousel at the Holyoke Merry Go Round.

The beautifully carved Lead Horse on the carousel at the Holyoke Merry Go Round.

Creepy — A Louis Vuitton bag designed by artist Merly Smith for an art show in New York.

Snow in October. No power, no heat. :( but we’ve got each other! :)

Snow in October. No power, no heat. :( but we’ve got each other! :)

One of my favorites: “The reverie of Alice’s sister.” by Barry Moser

One of my favorites: “The reverie of Alice’s sister.” by Barry Moser

“Beautiful Stories for Ugly Children: nice girls don’t massacre ants.” from Piranha Press

“Beautiful Stories for Ugly Children: nice girls don’t massacre ants.” from Piranha Press

I love getting the mailings from the Eric Carle Museum. Illustration from “I’m Not Bobby!” by Jules Feiffer (2001)

I love getting the mailings from the Eric Carle Museum. Illustration from “I’m Not Bobby!” by Jules Feiffer (2001)

‘If I had miracle powers!’ certificate found on the pediatric playroom bulletin board.

‘If I had miracle powers!’ certificate found on the pediatric playroom bulletin board.

"

[somewhere i have never travelled]

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously) her first rose

or if your wish be to close me,i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain, has such small hands

"

— E. E. Cummings, 1931